Prince fluffs up and twitters a tiny two-note tune. It carries the sense of thank you, somehow.
"Oh--no. Not a door, a room," they say again. They hold the ball up again. "Dunno how it works, exactly, but it turns them into...light, somehow, and makes them tiny, and makes it into a little...place they like, sort of, 'pending on their type."
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"Oh--no. Not a door, a room," they say again. They hold the ball up again. "Dunno how it works, exactly, but it turns them into...light, somehow, and makes them tiny, and makes it into a little...place they like, sort of, 'pending on their type."